Sum mor grayte sights!!!!

Yesterday's scores:

• Gills: no
• Simpsons: yes
• Tesco: no
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 7 that Sam is defnitly cheetin- I'm shor he waz far mor serprized than he sed./10
• Day Score: ooooooo, 7 ish/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I fergot that Daddy had a camra too, this hollyday, cos Mummy got him wun for his berfday larst munth. He loaded his fotoes up today an wa-heyy!! Look hoo I fergot!!!-Hehehe! Can yu see me? Heer I am-This waz a VERY TALL laydy Bear in a Indian Sari. She waz in a shop in Buxton. The shop waz very small an also had sum VERY SMALL Bears, too. An lots ov crarfty stuff, like buttons an beads an ribbons, an uther gerly stuff like that.

The laydy had a saluki-dog calld Jess. Jess had a puppy larst munth an had him wiv her that day. Duzzent she look nice?-

That sayme day we went into a littol shoppin senter in Buxton- it waz in a bildin that yewst to be a swimmin pool! Chek owt the seelings!-

Mummy waz mor intrestid in this cat, wich wanderd up an down the Hi Street. I think he livd in wun ov the flats over the shops or the howses behind them. He waz very frendly. I think he waz wundring wy evrywun waz in his yard. We sor him nippin owt for a walk at nite, too. He sertinly aktid like he ownd the street an knew all the nooks an crannys.

On Wendzday we went to Bakewell. Over heer (I don't kno if yu see them in Merryka or Ostraylia or Frarnce or uther playces) we get a nice dezert calld Bakewell Tart: Yu mayke it by doin paystry, then line it wiv frooty jam, then por on sum sponge mix that's got egg an grownd almons in it an it's almondy flayverd an yum, then sprinkol sliced almons on top. Then bake it. Slurp! Then yu eet it hot wiv ice creem, or custerd, or cold like a cake wiv creem. It's yum! Enyway, I digress! Bakewell is whare the tart comes from....In Bakewell they cook it like I jus sed, but also uther ways as well- so they had sum wiv icin on top, sum wiv creem on top, an sum that had paystry on the top as well as the bottom an theez types wer calld Bakewell PUDDINGS-An look hoo I met inside the puddin shop!!! He waz gardin the goodies!!I met sum ov his starff. They wer a mad bunch, all hi on shugar, I think!! Hehe!Bakewell tarts an puddings ar so grayte they eevn hav their own spot on Wikipedia, heer!

Ahhh... wat next? Oh! I kno! I diffrent type ov puddin compleetly! Look! We went for a stroll rownd a villidge calld Tissington an I think a horse wiv a bad tummy had been thare befor us. He dropt a few puddins ov his own, all along the layne! Throw my arms up at him!HAHAHAHA!

Daddy sed I wassent to post that wun but heez gon to bed allreddy. So thare. Enyway, hooz blog izit? Hehe!

Bye fer now!

Weer bak!!!

Holiday scores:

• Gills: no, but we did play yesterday, an wun, wich waz a good welkum bak.
• Simpsons: yes- we had a telly in our room an I watcht The Simpsons most nites.
• Tesco: They dident hav wun in Buxton. Well, ownly a tiny wun. We got sum petrol thare.
  
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
• Overall Score: 8.436291/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Wa-heyy! I've got so menny fotoes I don't kno whare to start!

I cuddent log on evry day from the hotel as I had thort. The signol wassent grayte an thare jus wassent time to play abowt wiv it. Never mind! Heer's my inishol de-breef: (hehehee! de-breef!!! Hehheee! Getcher pants off! Hehehe Cheeky Bear!)

The wether dident improov mutch. Buxton is 1300 ft abuv sea level so if it's goin to be wet an windy, that's not reelly the best playce to be, cos as well as wet an windy, it got a bit cold, too. So we dident go for long walks in the Derbyshire Dales, wich we wontid to do, reelly, arfter the long walks we did in the Yorkshire Dales larst yeer wer so good.

Lots of sheep up thare. Nun ov them seemd botherd by the wether.This wun eevn seems to be larffin.

Insted, we did alot ov driving abowt an lookin at littol villidges. Mummy dident mind cos, since she did that sponsord run in May, she haz a bad bak. So she wassent up to much walkin enyway, unless it waz walkin between littol tea-shops for tea an cayke.

Hahaha! This cheeky yung jackdaw mayde me larf! (This is a minicher railway that went rownd wun ov the parks in Buxton.)

So my fotoes will be hills, clowds, sheep, old bildings an cayke. Mostly. Met a few Bears, too. An on Therzday we went to the Opera.

This iz Buxton Opera Howse whare we went.

It waz calld The Pirates Of Penzance. An gess wat? Oh my! The boss-man in it is a Major-General - AN HE HAD A BEAR!!! He did! He kept comin on stayge in a nite-shert an nite-cap, an carryin his Bear! The Bear waz warin a nite shert an cap, too, an hid a littol whiskey-flarsk in his pokket, wich the Major-General kept taykin a sip from. So the Bear waz the whiskey ishooer! Hehe!

Daddy sneekt a kurten-call foto at the end, but yu carnt see the Bear. This is very disappoyntin as he had the main role, in my opinyun. Poo.

It waz good fun tho. We wer rite at the bak an up at the top so nowun mindid me havin a good old paw-stomp an darnse. I joynd in a bit, too, wen I rekognized a few tewns.

Well, that's jus for a chek-in, reelly. I'll sort throo the fotoes an put sum on in my nex few posts.

Oh! An wen I got home, Mrs Nesbitt had sent us a card she mayde! It sed "Welkum Home" an inside waz this poem-

The weather was awful since you went away,

But now you're home safe, Hip Hip Hooray!

We'll meet one day when we'll watch the sun

And if it's dull we'll all watch Bob's bum!

Hehehehe! Thanks, Mrs N!

Bye fer now!

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WIFI aksess in the hotel room, guys!! CHEK. IT. OWT! Ya carnt get rid ov me that eezly! Wa-heyyy!!!!!!!!!

Well, weer heer. This waz our ferst vew ov the Peak Distrikt:

The Peak Distrikt: Hills, rayne, grarss, treez, an....er... truks (?)

Eech ov the rooms in the hotel haz a diffrent moovie theem. Or SKEEM, cos it's just the decorayshun, yu don't get mewsik. Wich is a shayme reelly, as weev got the James Bond room!!!!!!!!!!

An so a Spy-Bear gets to stay in the Bond sweet. Appropryet, huh?

Mummy is hoping to find sum Bond gagetry, like a button that makes a barth appeer, cos we ownly hav a shower an she likes to lie her old bones down an soak. (WEIRD.) (We do hav a loo, too, don't worry. Jus thort I'd menshun that. I kno that sum Merrykans think we still yews pots under the bed over heer, along wiv horses and carts for taxies, an finger puppetry for TV.) (HAHAHAHAHAHA)

Mummy an Daddy left us heer to explor wile they went owt to eet. I fownd owt that the hotel owner haz a small (yet wide) wite terrier calld BOB! So I hope I can get him to poze in a foto wiv me.

Bye fer now!